I suppose everyone who's ever traveled very long or very far from home has had two epiphanies in common: All my life, I never knew __________ was wonderful.All my life, I never knew __________ was pathetic. You travel from the US to the UK and suddenly become very aware of the life-changing delight of clothes... Continue Reading →
When prayer is a feast, and you realize you’re famished.
Which came first, the prayer or the answer to it? Let's say there is a season of drawing near, hungry as Oliver Twist, drawn by the lavish feast and the door thrown open. Let's say the table is piled high with steaming loaves of bread and trays of smoky meat, fruit like bright jewels, overflowing... Continue Reading →
Inconvenient Joy
When all of an instant you realize that something beautiful and taken for granted is slipping—has slipped—away. When an old song on the radio brings to mind a very specific, very simple, happy memory—licking frosting from a spatula, or wading in clear water, laughing like anything. When you become aware (a changing of the light,... Continue Reading →
Called and Keeping Place: Two Very Short Book Reviews
This month I simultaneously listened to Jen Pollock Michel's Keeping Place: Reflections on the Meaning of Home and paged through Ryan Pemberton's Called: My Journey to C.S. Lewis's House and Back Again. It was a fascinating combo platter. Both Michel and Pemberton found themselves far from their places of origin and longing for home. Both explore... Continue Reading →
Sojourner
Imagine you slept last night with the window cracked, and this morning as the sky grew light, you heard a persistent bird on a tree branch outside. It must have been a new bird in the neighborhood, because it was a tune you hadn’t heard, one haunting melody whistled again and again. Imagine you got... Continue Reading →
Homesick, Part 1
Well, I've written a book, y'all! Over the next few weeks I am going to post a few excerpts, so stay tuned. Comment like crazy, the more the merrier! Here goes... I have felt it since I was a child. I do not belong here. I am an alien, a sojourner. This place is foreign... Continue Reading →